Control. I aim to have full control over my life.
In my mind, I have so many thoughts constantly popping up every now and then. I think about girls, cars, big houses, vacations to tropical islands & a successful career.
Ever since I was eighteen years old, I had this dream of living the upper class lifestyle. Being rich, in my opinion, isn’t about having bragging rights. I like being rich because of the security benefits. Let me explain:
In movies and television shows aimed for a teenage audience, there’s usually that one geeky or nerdy wallflower guy or girl that comes off as shy and insecure. That was me three years ago. I was seventeen, a senior in a public high school. I wasn’t the best dressed or the most “popular” kid at school. I didn’t play any sports, and I certainly never went to any school dances, including prom…
Now, to clarify any preconceived opinions or notions, I don’t exactly know what it feels like to have a smooth transition between middle school and college. Many teens had a great time in high school. They could easily provide strong, concrete, reasonable evidence that proves that high school is not that bad.
We live in a big world. Everyone has a right to their own opinion. God Bless America
I’m the oldest of three. I’m supposed to be the one to set an example. But, what happens when the oldest rebels against the K-12 education system? Failure. That’s what happens.
Like a fallen angel, I fell down, down into an abysmal pit of nothingness. I was overweight and lonely. I hated life, and I wanted to kill myself.
Why do kids go through things like this? Can’t the world just be perfect?
I was expecting to feel relieved from the traumatic stress induced by the social pressure of being a high school student. Nothing changed. I remember feeling that I was stupid, and for that reason, I didn’t finish high school.
I got over it because, well, I’m a bad ass…
Eventually, I realized that I’m not stupid for leaving high school on such a short notice. I graduated on my own terms. I earned my high school diploma on my own terms. My high school story will be forever ingrained in the hearts of the teachers, students, peers who I came across throughout the years that I attended high school.
I am writing this to inform and maybe inspire anyone who has ever felt like the life decisions they made were morally wrong because everyone else told them so. I defied the public high school system, and I feel happier. So walk your own path. If you have to rebel, do it. If your parents aren’t happy with what you’re doing, prove them wrong. In the end, none of these conflicts will matter. Make the most of what you have. Stay strong young king or queen. Money is my solution. Find yours.
amateurwriter96 